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The first time I listened to Bleachers was the first time I visited Katie in Colorado. It was the same time we drank tea in a small town and the same time her car broke down and we sat on a blanket by some train tracks and the same time I wasted two rolls of black-and-white film because I didn't load them right. I've learned since then. But even though my film was lost, my memories are vivid. … And now it smells like cut grass and the same song is playing and I wouldn't mind remembering this. The full story (plus a recommended food pairing for while you read it) is at the included link in the top right corner of this page.
After an unexpected afternoon of melted chocolate chips cookies and laughing through downtown side streets with friends, I drove home, listening to Bleachers with the windows down until I couldn’t feel my fingers and my gas light turned on. Later that night I wrote a piece that began: “This is today, tonight, all blurry and significant.” In the five years since, I have not been able to shake that phrase and how the most vivid feelings are often housed in the nostalgia of the weighty, momentary in-between. These photos were taken while chasing the last bit of light or chasing the elusive commodity of human connection, while traveling or while existing in those in-between moments. Each image is titled with a word, phrase, or portion of poetry that represents that time in my life. The most important moments when you look back aren’t the crispest ones: they feel blurry and significant. These are some of mine. I hope they make you feel.
and I wouldn't mind remembering this.
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By estorie
By estorie
The first time I listened to Bleachers was the first time I visited Katie in Colorado. It was the same time we drank tea in a small town and the same time her car broke down and we sat on a blanket by some train tracks and the same time I wasted two rolls of black-and-white film because I didn't load them right. I've learned since then. But even though my film was lost, my memories are vivid. … And now it smells like cut grass and the same song is playing and I wouldn't mind remembering this. The full story (plus a recommended food pairing for while you read it) is at the included link in the top right corner of this page.
After an unexpected afternoon of melted chocolate chips cookies and laughing through downtown side streets with friends, I drove home, listening to Bleachers with the windows down until I couldn’t feel my fingers and my gas light turned on. Later that night I wrote a piece that began: “This is today, tonight, all blurry and significant.” In the five years since, I have not been able to shake that phrase and how the most vivid feelings are often housed in the nostalgia of the weighty, momentary in-between. These photos were taken while chasing the last bit of light or chasing the elusive commodity of human connection, while traveling or while existing in those in-between moments. Each image is titled with a word, phrase, or portion of poetry that represents that time in my life. The most important moments when you look back aren’t the crispest ones: they feel blurry and significant. These are some of mine. I hope they make you feel.
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